Another spanking story I posted for my dirty little bird. In two parts.
Spanking Ceremony I - Good wife
A husband arrives home from work and discovers an email from his credit card company. He approaches his wife to question her.
Part I
It was a long day at the office. Between the conflicting demands of my boss and that idiot Tom in sales, I spent the entire day running in circles. And now when I arrive at home, I find this email from my credit card company.
I showed my wife the email. At first she dismissed it as some mistake. But I was prepared for that by showing her the tiny black dress with the receipt that matched the charge that put us well over our limit. She should be more careful covering her tracks.
She knew what was in store for her. At first she pleaded with me to forgive, but I held fast.
My first command was for her to model the dress for me, to show me how her breasts swelled out, to show me how her ass filled the material, to show me how much leg others would see. It made me wonder how the other men would lust after her. Especially that idiot Tom in sales with his dowdy wife. I recall the company picnic, where he kept glaring down my wife's blouse at her ample tits.
I felt myself becoming aroused.
My next command was for her to choose. Which is it to be? Cane? Belt? Oh, my hand? Very well, a fine choice.
Obediently as always, she lay across my lap still wearing the small dress, her butt arched up awaiting the smack of my hand. I lifted her dress, noticing a small lacy black thong that I did not recognize. Will this be next month's punishment?
I yanked the thong off her, and tossed it onto the ground. We were ready to commence, but first one last item: a quick insertion of my fingers into her cunt, her tight wet cunt.
Holding my hand loosely, I swiftly brought it down on her pale round ass, as we counted together into the night, one, two, three . . .
Part II
Need more description of this act of spanking? Very well.
I lifted her dress gently over her round ass cheeks and yanked down her small black lacy panty. She lay calmly and quietly waiting for her punishment. I paused for a second to admire her perfect rounded cheeks that were a pale pink. I spread her ass cheeks to admire there as well, a tiny pink entrance we saved for very special occasions.
She wiggled her bottom anxiously. I was going to swat her once to still her, but I knew that is what she wanted. Instead I shoved a finger into her cunt to test its wetness. She did not disappoint.
I proceeded with our preliminary ritual. “OK. I’m going to spank you now. This is for your own good. I don’t want to spank you, but you’ve left me with no other choice. OK?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered. “I know I’ve been bad.”
“Count with me. One.” My first swat was to the outer part of the bottom of her right cheek, swift and loud. I wished to set the tone. My lightly cupped hand connected nicely. I waited for a second so I might observe the shock waves jiggle her ass.
“One.”
“Good girl. Two.” My second swat was to the same area on her left cheek. It was lighter but still loud. My next was to her right cheek, but to the inner part. And again to her left. “Three, four.”
My girl lay mostly still, no noise (apart from her counting), no whimpers, no movement of hands.
I swatted her right and left cheeks again, both on the bottom curve. “Five, six.” Then to the middle of each. “Seven, eight.”
I paused for a second to rub her reddened areas. Then I spanked her again, two quick, hard swats. “Nine, ten.” Then four in a row, hard and fast. “Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.”
Her once pale ass was now mostly red.
My hand was stinging, but I felt I must sacrifice my own discomfort for her good.
For the next two I swung my entire arm in a sweeping motion catching her cheeks on their bottom. “Fifteen, sixteen.”
The last four I applied rapidly, “Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.”
Gently, and proudly, I rubbed her butt. “You did very well, my dear.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She jumped off my lap and lifted her dress to show me her rear. “How is it?”
“Very nice.” I glanced into her eyes as she looked at me over her shoulder and added, “And red.”
Giggling, she gestured to the bulge in my pants. “Looks like someone is happy.”
Yes, we did make him happy, but that is a story for another time.
Spanking Ceremony I - Good wife
A husband arrives home from work and discovers an email from his credit card company. He approaches his wife to question her.
Part I
It was a long day at the office. Between the conflicting demands of my boss and that idiot Tom in sales, I spent the entire day running in circles. And now when I arrive at home, I find this email from my credit card company.
I showed my wife the email. At first she dismissed it as some mistake. But I was prepared for that by showing her the tiny black dress with the receipt that matched the charge that put us well over our limit. She should be more careful covering her tracks.
She knew what was in store for her. At first she pleaded with me to forgive, but I held fast.
My first command was for her to model the dress for me, to show me how her breasts swelled out, to show me how her ass filled the material, to show me how much leg others would see. It made me wonder how the other men would lust after her. Especially that idiot Tom in sales with his dowdy wife. I recall the company picnic, where he kept glaring down my wife's blouse at her ample tits.
I felt myself becoming aroused.
My next command was for her to choose. Which is it to be? Cane? Belt? Oh, my hand? Very well, a fine choice.
Obediently as always, she lay across my lap still wearing the small dress, her butt arched up awaiting the smack of my hand. I lifted her dress, noticing a small lacy black thong that I did not recognize. Will this be next month's punishment?
I yanked the thong off her, and tossed it onto the ground. We were ready to commence, but first one last item: a quick insertion of my fingers into her cunt, her tight wet cunt.
Holding my hand loosely, I swiftly brought it down on her pale round ass, as we counted together into the night, one, two, three . . .
Part II
Need more description of this act of spanking? Very well.
I lifted her dress gently over her round ass cheeks and yanked down her small black lacy panty. She lay calmly and quietly waiting for her punishment. I paused for a second to admire her perfect rounded cheeks that were a pale pink. I spread her ass cheeks to admire there as well, a tiny pink entrance we saved for very special occasions.
She wiggled her bottom anxiously. I was going to swat her once to still her, but I knew that is what she wanted. Instead I shoved a finger into her cunt to test its wetness. She did not disappoint.
I proceeded with our preliminary ritual. “OK. I’m going to spank you now. This is for your own good. I don’t want to spank you, but you’ve left me with no other choice. OK?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered. “I know I’ve been bad.”
“Count with me. One.” My first swat was to the outer part of the bottom of her right cheek, swift and loud. I wished to set the tone. My lightly cupped hand connected nicely. I waited for a second so I might observe the shock waves jiggle her ass.
“One.”
“Good girl. Two.” My second swat was to the same area on her left cheek. It was lighter but still loud. My next was to her right cheek, but to the inner part. And again to her left. “Three, four.”
My girl lay mostly still, no noise (apart from her counting), no whimpers, no movement of hands.
I swatted her right and left cheeks again, both on the bottom curve. “Five, six.” Then to the middle of each. “Seven, eight.”
I paused for a second to rub her reddened areas. Then I spanked her again, two quick, hard swats. “Nine, ten.” Then four in a row, hard and fast. “Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.”
Her once pale ass was now mostly red.
My hand was stinging, but I felt I must sacrifice my own discomfort for her good.
For the next two I swung my entire arm in a sweeping motion catching her cheeks on their bottom. “Fifteen, sixteen.”
The last four I applied rapidly, “Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.”
Gently, and proudly, I rubbed her butt. “You did very well, my dear.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She jumped off my lap and lifted her dress to show me her rear. “How is it?”
“Very nice.” I glanced into her eyes as she looked at me over her shoulder and added, “And red.”
Giggling, she gestured to the bulge in my pants. “Looks like someone is happy.”
Yes, we did make him happy, but that is a story for another time.